Butchy and Farma, The Post Apocalyptic Diner Sisters (short ver)

It's been years after the nuclear radiation died out and life had started to walk on the world again, but now some there's competition for the top of the foodchain and humanity's progress was slower than before. Mutated animals running around slightly bigger and stronger than their unradiated predesecors along with many of the surviving human population being selfish and more focused on gathering power for their own cities and settlements than working together for a better future.

With no money or banks system in the nuclear apocalpyse people had simply went back and bartered, trading useful items with another useful item. And with no electricity or the internet people were in a crawl in the technology department, simply staying in mechanical or steam based technology.

Farma looked out in the dusty grass fields as she feds the mutated hogs and huffs to herself, wondering how the world was before the bombs dropped. She and Butchy of course was born years after "the end of the world" happened so she don't feel all that sad but the stories she heard about it and read seemed nice. No mutated lizard the size of a trailer, people could watch things that happened miles away from something called an "internet", and there were these paper things called "money" people use to trade with.

She wondered how much she'd like that world before going back into the "Slaughter Diner" and groans as she puts the buckets where they belong. She looks at Butchy, the towering woman almost bumping her head on the container ceiling, cutting the leg of a mutated cow and smack her ass as she always does when she passed her fat juicy mega bodied big sister.

Farma: "Look alive, big sis! Another day hopefully, another chance a customer is gonna come through that door with an empty belly and something to trade! You already skinned that big tuna you catched?" Farma asked her big, and slow in the head, muscular sister she treats as a pet sometimes.

Butchy: Butchy, stoic as ever, looks at her little sister and nods. "Yeah. Just did. Need something else from me?" *The towering woman asked but Farma shook her head with a smile as she walks pass and grab a cooked sausage.

Farma threw the cooked meat in the air and Butchy catches it in her mouth, like an owner feeding their dog. "Nah! Just be a good girl and keep at it. I'm feeding those muscles of your for a reason." Farma joked.

Butchy nods as she swallows the meat before going back to skinning the mutant cow leg.

In a grassy field of an apocalypse wasteland stands a couple of shipping containers stacked on top of eachother with a sign on top spelling out "SLAUGHTER DINER" with a small hog farm on the side. In it stood Farma, bulky short 5 feet tall muscular and wide thick woman with red hair feeding her pigs, her white tanktop and ratty jeans clinging to her sweaty voluptuously thick short body. Farma: Grunts as she fills the troughs with pig feed and smiles at them as she wipes sweat off her face, dribbling down her tits. "There we go, eat up. We you hogs thick to feed my more human hog of a sis." Snickers to herself before walking back in through a swinging saloon style door. Inside was a small makeshift diner with only two booths inside and a small kitchen on the back leading to a ladder that leads up to their shared bedroom and armory. In one of the booths sits Butchy, a large towering and equally wide bodied muscular woman with blonde ratty hair tied in a hairnet, stoicly skinning a large mutant cow leg into a bowl. Butchy: Sees her little sister walk in and look at her while still boringly skin the cow leg. "You fed the hogs yet? That means I get to eat too, right?" Questions Farma as her belly is loudly grumbling. The red haired shortstack puts away the buckets and slap her big sister on her slapable fat ass. The towering blonde's giant fat asscheeks jiggling from the force without a facial reaction coming from the owner. Farma: "Not yet, girl! Imma feed them a few more buckets, let them digest em, then cook one for dinner. And don't act you're slick. I saw you eat a scoop of the pig feed this morning. You fat cow!" Says gleefully and insultingly as she pinch her tits and slaps her big sister in the face, like an owner punishing a snack stealing dog. The giant dumb brute simply took the abuse and the insult like it didn't matter to her tiny brain as she kept working. Uncaring how her body is being groped, pinched, and abused by her own little sister no less. Butchy: "M'kay. Sorry, lil sis. Was feelin' a lil hungry." Said softly, focusing on the cow leg she was cutting apart.

In a grassy field of a nuclear post apocalypse stands a stack of shipping containers fashioned into a diner with the title "Slaughterhouse Diner". A wide bulky shortstack with curly long red hair is tending to the mutated Muttonhogs in the small farm pen attached to the diner. Her body showing signs of radiation as it gave her a ridicolously hefty and sweaty voluptuous curvy wide body. Farma huffs as she fills the trough with slop as the muttonhogs began eating. "Eat up, fatties. I need yall thick for trading or cooking." She said as she spots on bigger than the rest and it looked sick. "Huh, guess you'll be diner for the musclebitch." The readhead grumbles, finding at least a use for a possibly infected meat. The shortstack then whistled and smack the shipping container walls. "Butchy! Stop whatever you're doin' and get your fat heavy ass out here!" Farma called out with a gruff. The swinging door of the shipping container opened to reveal a stoic large 7 foot tall muscle woman with an equally voluptuous heavyset build, her big tits and ass stretching out her sweaty butcher wear. The giant of a woman look at the sick big hog and point at it "What do I gotta do? Kill that one? Can I eat that one?" The towering woman asked the far shorter one, dependant on the little sister for everything. Farma rolls her eyes and point at the sick muttonhog. "Yeah that one, you dumb retard. Which else is the big one here? Chop it up and put the meats in the fridge. You can suck off any leftover meat from the bones. Don't make me lose profits on those meats, ye hear?!" Farma ordered her big sister like a master to a slave before walking back in, letting Butchy alone to grab the large hog and lug it back to the diner, where she do as Farma says.

Years after the nuclear radiation died out and life had started to walk on the world again. Mutated animals running around slightly bigger and stronger than before and the surviving human population going back to using terriotris and waging war willy nilly againts neighboring settlements. And people had simply went back and bartered, trading useful items with another useful item. And with no electricity or the internet people were in a crawl in the technology department.

Farma looked out in the dusty grass fields, her brute hogs feeding on the troughs she just filled as she wonders how the world was before the apocalypse. She and Butchy of course was born years after "the end of the world" happened so she don't feel all that sad but the stories she heard read about it and seemed nice. No mutated lizard the size of a trailer, people could watch things that happened miles away from something called an "internet", and there were these paper things called "money" people use to trade with.

She wondered how much she'd like that world before going back into the "Slaughter Diner" and groans as she puts the buckets where they belong. She looks at Butchy, the towering woman almost bumping her head on the container ceiling, cutting the leg of a mutated cow and smack her ass as she always does when she passed her large uddered, fat juicy bodied, heavy ass having big sister.

"Look alive, Butchy! Another day,another chance a customer is gonna come through that door with an empty belly and a lot of good shit to trade! What do you think we're gonna get? Personally I'm hoping a dying old man with who want little and would give a lot of shit to trade with." Farma asked her very big and very slow in the head muscular sister, that she mostly treat as a subhuman pet.

Butchy stoically look at her little sister and shrugs, giant fat udders she calls her tits wobbling up and down at the gesture. "Uh... Don't know? Never throught about it..." The towering woman said, lost on what to respond with.

*Farma smiles and climb on the booth Butchy was sitting in to give her sister a kiss on the cheek, not out of sisterly love of family bond but because Farma thought it was cute Butchy tried to think about something. Like an owner kissing a dog after a dog looks like it was trying to read a book."

"And that's why I run this place while you do what I say~ Your tiny pea-sized little mind would just POP thinking about things that doesn't rely on muscles. Just be a good girl and keep at it. I'm feeding those muscles of yours for a reason." Farma joked, patting her sister as if she's a workhorse. Butchy nods, not once thinking what her little sister had done as something conenscending, and go back to skinning the mutant cow leg.